speechless

its 15 to midnight on a sunday nite..... junior is in bed, THE WIFE is in bed, number two is in his cot..... yap... the day came.... and passed.... frankly i dont know what to feel....

we got into the hospital at a little past midnight three fridays ago... the nurse preps the wife while i tried to catch some Zzzs in the freezing labour ward waiting for the number two to come... its was seven in the morning when THE WIFE had the urge to push... but the dr with the epidural was not around... seven oclock was also the time when the nurses change shifts... by the time the nurses realise that this is not a drill, it was too late for epidural... THE WIFE was well into it.. she was going do it the old fashion way... al natural... pain killer free... i have never heard THE WIFE scream so loud before, i was told later THE WIFEs scream can be heard in the whole labour ward and the rest of the pregnant ladies immediately ask for the epidural... when dr theo arrived, he barely had enough time to slip into his scrubs.... number two pops just as the good dr positions himself... time of birth, 7.43 am.... number two weights in at 3.4 kgs.... almost half a kg more than junior when he came to be....

everything was nice and dandy until the next day when the pediatrician pull me into the baby ward and showed me number twos poo...

dr: his stool is not normal... i am concern
me: ok...
dr: you see this stool, its like mucus and there is also blood present.....
me: ok...
dr: we need to take an x-ray and i will speak to the surgeon about it...
me: ok....

trust me, a conversation like that out of the blue will catch any new father speechless....